You do not need to be a rocket scientist to work this out.
I am no more that teenage rebel, one hand wielding a Kilometrico pen for a mighty sword, and the other shaking a fist at the sky. I no longer read like an open book, with my heart on my sleeve and a sheepish smile on my face. I am certainly not anymore a regurgitator of fact and fiction, that and my (lack of) skills in the kitchen.
I may not be what I once was, and I am not sure who I will be – but for today, can you just leave me be?